arpeejay Posted June 24, 2023 Share Posted June 24, 2023 YES to Nile always being the biggest! And here's to Tony getting his just reward! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted June 25, 2023 Share Posted June 25, 2023 22 hours ago, TQuintA said: "I have no idea." It's sad but true. Nile ahs known none of teh outside world for almost 50 years and he wants so bad to get back there. He deserves to get back there 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TQuintA Posted June 25, 2023 Author Share Posted June 25, 2023 Chapter 15 That day progressed exactly as I suspected. Now that the reality of the second round was in the air, the other boys (except Onyx and Slate) bristled over how close I was to finishing already. Pelée especially. My workout was brutal—Onyx saw to that. Perhaps it was preemptive retribution for my plan on abandoning him in the third and fourth rounds, but he had never pushed me so hard in the gym as he had that day. Sometimes (most of the time) Onyx forgot I was a man of advanced years and I did not have the untapped resources of energy he did. His workout exhausted me. Truly, thoroughly exhausted me. I wanted to just take a nap after that grueling workout. Fortunately, my clients that day were vanilla; unfortunately, they all left vanilla tips. Throughout that day, the house was full of motion as boys moved their stuff from one room to another. Despite my still-present exhaustion, I helped Onyx with his. He took twice as many trips as I did. I also noticed that at lunch and dinner, a handful of boys furtively approached Slate in the cafeteria. Like I said, not a thing surprised me that day, except maybe how tired I was. The next day at breakfast, things felt more settled, more normal. However, for the first time in decades, I had to fall back into a new house routine. Onyx and I were having two lunches a day and a midnight snack, which affected how much food we ordered. My stomach was relieved I could spread out my caloric intake in a sane fashion, but there were other considerations to factor. For instance, one of my new regulars liked me with a food-engorged gut, so I’d have to make sure to eat extra big before his sessions, but to have more sane portions at all other meals. The midnight snacks were nice. I immediately grew to love those, and they almost immediately developed into a ritual. Onyx would creep into my room (without knocking), bringing both our trays in. When Onyx learned I slept naked the first night, he stripped seductively to join me, and that strip show became part of the ritual. Once he had disrobed, we’d eat while completely naked, often in silence. Then, once we’d finished, he’d thumb wrestle me to see who was on top. We’d have a quick, pleasurable-if-perfunctory fuck. Then, he’d clear our trays into the hallway and go back to his room. The whole routine took thirty minutes. I had to remember to factor it in so I still got enough sleep—high quality sleep—each night. Because Onyx kept up the incredibly challenging and draining workouts. True to his word, Onyx was relentless in the gym. He pushed me so hard that I thought I was going to collapse after each workout. I would leave the gym drenched in sweat with limbs like jelly. “I’m gonna use you while I have you,” Onyx said, intimating he’d go easier on me if I stayed his accountability buddy all four rounds. I would daily remind him that our partnership ended after the second round, and he’d just push me harder. If I didn’t set at least one new personal best every gym session, he’d just push me even harder until I did. Of course, since I held all the house’s weightlifting records by this point, I was setting a new house record every workout whether I wanted to or not. His motivations were having their desired effects. Every day, I could feel my body grow harder and my muscles bloom larger. I couldn’t shake the exhaustion, no, but I couldn’t argue with the results. I looked large and imposing, but I’d never felt so old. Still, I wouldn’t abandon Onyx just yet, even if it meant I had to fake how much energy I had with my clients. Every day that first week of the second round, I saw Slate in a new pair of borrowed pants at lunch, some of them fitting him horribly. He’d shoot me a smile when I’d notice, but we never exchanged any further words on the subject. For the most part, the men around me were getting both leaner and beefier. Krakatoa, who had always been athletic, started looking thick and sharp. Slate, whose stock was well on the uptick before this round even started, was flourishing. In fact, he boasted that he’d already cleared goal three (a body fat percentage under 10%) after just the first week. And he looked it. He looked shredded. His face had a pleasant, model-like, erotic hollowness to it, and his skin was so tight on his muscles that they looked shrink-wrapped and accentuated. I should know—that’s how mine looked too. The one exception to this general trend was Pelée. He’d survived the withdrawal, but you could see in his piercing blue eyes just how defeated he was. Over the first week of the second round, his 15 pounds of ill-gotten muscle had sagged into lumpy fat. Because of how toned he’d been before he took the purple stuff, he didn’t look as bad as I’d anticipated. But he was going to have to lose that 15 pounds of fat, regain those 15 pounds of muscle, and then likely another 10 pounds of muscle on top of that. “And gain three inches on his dick,” Krakatoa said, as if he was reading my mind. He caught me staring at Pelée in the cafeteria and had correctly intuited my internal monologue, saying this over my shoulder. “He’s a pal,” Krakatoa said, sitting next to me at my table with Onyx, when he normally sat with Pelée. “I wouldn’t have survived last year without him, but the dude is four inches max. His macho attitude is all a front.” “I’d always thought he’d been compensating for his height,” I said, turning to show Krakatoa he was welcome at my table even if I hadn’t invited him to sit. “I guess he was compensating for something else.” While unwrapping his silverware, Krakatoa said, “I wouldn’t put it like that. His clients love him. He’s a stud like the rest of us. He’s just got a tiny dick. Before the house started going niche, he had a lot of ways to make up for his shortage, but now… I don’t think he’ll be able to afford everything he needs to make it through the second round. Look.” He pointed at the top of Pelée’s head. “I didn’t know he was a natural blond. You can see his roots coming in. He’s stopped dying his hair red.” That made me reach up to my head to cover my roots. I’d stopped dying my hair now too, especially since Onyx had convinced me to keep getting bigger. Even if I could still afford it, I was worried I’d fall asleep in the salon chair if I was there for anything more time-consuming than a trim. “Relax, Nile. A man in his 50s can go grey and still be sexy. Especially when he’s the biggest motherfucker in the house.” “He’s in his 60s,” Onyx corrected him. Suddenly feeling ancient at a table with young twenty-somethings, I rubbed my face, feeling all the fine lines and wrinkles, and really burdened by that down-to-the-bones tiredness from Onyx’s morning torture workout. I must have been a better actor than I thought because no one in the house acted as though I was any less energetic than I’d always been. “I bet you look dead sexy with grey hair,” Krakatoa said. “You should let your chest hair grow back in too.” “You’re not saying this to sandbag me, are you?” I asked. “Like I could,” Krakatoa said, laughing. “You’re going to win this thing, Nile. Everyone knows it. I might as well get in good now.” I smiled faintly. Krakatoa continued. “I’m also trying to suck up to you so you’ll tell me what you told Slate. Preferably before he comes over to the table. I need to grow over two inches on my cock. Pelée and I bonded over being the least hung members of our pledge class. I’ll go down on you if you want.” “Dimefidone,” I said. I then explained all the finer points. “Just like that?” Slate asked, joining us at the table. “Just like that,” I responded. “Same as I did for you.” The whole time I was talking to Slate and Krakatoa, I was staring at Pelée. The look on his face overflowed from his internal sea of emotional pain. It almost reminded me of Raptor’s. Pelée saw Krakatoa sucking up to me, and I could tell from that anguished, desperate look that he was having a hard time shaking all the extra fat and that Krakatoa buddying up to me was one burden too many. Sunday morning, Pelée didn’t show up to breakfast. I never saw him again. If Krakatoa hadn’t cozied up to me, I suspect Pelée would’ve fought harder. Everyone else was fighting tooth and nail. I could tell from the near-constant tents in the boys’ pants just who was overdosing on dimefidone. Slate’s tent looked downright agonizing. One day at breakfast, he confessed to me, “Thanks to your advice, I haven’t bought a single bottle of dimefidone, but I have a huge stockpile of pills. Enough to get me through the third round. My clients thank you.” “Isn’t it hard fucking your clients with that painful erection?” I asked. Slate shook his head and flicked the head of his penis through a pair of borrowed pants. “The clients love it, and, frankly, I was already looking for something to make it easier to get erect while fucking men. You wouldn’t happen to know of anything in the pharmacy to help with that, would you? You know, for after I’ve finished my cock growth.” I shook my head. “Never been a problem for me, not even with my female clients.” After a full week of beyond-intense workouts, Onyx and I decided to do our usual weigh-ins. Onyx stepped on the scale and cheered. “229!” I’d been so distracted by my own persistent exhaustion, Slate’s ascension, Pelée’s demise, and all the constantly hard dicks that I had neglected to look at Onyx’s growing muscles all week, even when I fucked him. He now had veins all over his thighs and arms, his chest was so big I would call it heaving or jutting, and his neck, shoulders, and lats had all thickened, making him look severely wide. I hadn’t noticed Onyx’s growth, and I’d been pretending not to notice mine, but I had been—all week. The part of me that wanted to dominate these young things loved how thick and brutal I was getting. The part of me that was reluctant refused to let my eyes linger every time I saw my reflection, or even my shadow. My shadow was looking seriously jacked. I didn’t know a shadow could look muscular until I had one that did. The other changes were harder to ignore. My footsteps resounded with heft and weight when I moved. My body was as hard as iron. My skin was stretched tight over a roadmap of veins and a relief map of muscle fibers. My pecs were beginning to obscure my vision when I looked down, my shoulders were always visible in the periphery of my sight, and my thighs and ass made my increasingly waddling steps a display of erotic excess. Moving my body was taking a lot of energy, and I had a lot to do in a day: a full docket of clients, Onyx’s punishing workouts, and my off-hours fuck sessions with Onyx and the staff. I was running myself ragged. Onyx read out my new weight. “283.” He beamed, knowing that every ounce I’d gained I had gained from his encouraging. To Onyx, I said, “Remember that legacy bodybuilder I told you about? The one who grew my muscles as an erotic kink when I was still relatively new?” Onyx nodded. “He was two inches taller than me, and never weighed more than 280 for a show.” Onyx made a dismissive noise. “That was half a century ago. Nowadays, legacy bodybuilders are routinely 320-330 onstage. Some get as big as 350.” “At the rate you’re pushing me, I’ve got that to look forward to.” “Sure do, big guy,” he said teasingly, not hearing the reticence in my tone. He then punched me playfully in the shoulder. As it was Sunday, that evening, I had my weekly session with Adam and Edward. I took a moment to psych myself up. If Adam thought I was slowing down even one jot, the session would be a disaster. After a few seconds of focus and deep breathing, I was ready to go. I walked into the room and saw Adam; my jaw dropped. He looked studly. He had nicely prominent pecs, biceps that threatened the sleeves of his shirt, broad shoulders, pronounced lats, curving bulges that showed off his thigh muscles… the whole package. Even his face was looking more handsome. His blue eyes twinkled brightly, his chiseled cheeks framed his recently whitened teeth, and his thicker neck made his already handsome face more rugged. I clearly had at least 100 pounds of mass on him, but Adam looked big. "Holy fuck!” I said. “That’s what I was going to say,” Adam retorted. “Nile, man, you are seriously huge.” “I knew my workout plan would get some mass on you, but, damn, Adam. You are thickening up nicely.” Edward scurried over with his phone to show me Adam’s body comp chart. “178 pounds. He is up 13 pounds from his starting point—27 if you factor in all the fat he burned.” I squeezed Adam’s ample ass. It was big, but didn’t give. It was becoming a true mass-ass. With a quick pat, I stepped away and began disrobing for our fucking to begin. “I know you can’t read the news, but can I tell you my favorite headline without getting you in trouble?” Edward asked. “Only if it relates to our sexual business here,” I said, gesturing to my semi-nude form. Adam flexed his arms, smiling delightedly as the balls of flesh bulged and enlarged as he flexed them. “It definitely does,” he said. Edward cleared his throat, “Candidate Starts Arms Race.” He snickered. “And there’s a picture of Adam flexing his biceps at a photo op.” “The frontrunner in the opposing party,” Adam said, still flexing and looking at the fruits of his labor, “is a young gun just out of college. He boxed at school, so he has really nice arms.” He looked at me, especially at my over-biceped arms, and I saw his cock stiffen in his pants. “Mine are bigger than his. I proved it in the photo op. That’s what the picture is of. He was so ashamed he started hitting the weights, hoping to catch up.” Adam ferally attacked me, pushing me back onto the bed. “A college athlete is playing catch up with me.” He ran his hands all over my giant chest. “I don’t care if you make me look like a twig. I am topping you tonight—because I feel massive.” Adam had the strength and stamina I expected of a pleasure boy just out of his pledge class training. An eagerness, an enthusiasm, a raw sexuality. As much as I wanted to relax and let him have his way with me, I couldn’t let him outdo me. Once his six inches were all the way in my ass, I fought back. I clenched my ass muscles, stimulating his cock as only a seasoned pro like me knows how. “That’s not fair,” Adam said, panting. “Do you want fair, or do you want the fuck of your life?” At that, Adam renewed his thrusting. And when he came two minutes later, I tightened my ass muscles further, trapping him inside. Then, I would let go for the briefest of moments, and then tighten again, re-trapping him. Adam began flailing wildly. He was mid-climax, and I would not stop stimulating his cock. I prolonged his orgasm so it lasted two whole minutes; the whole time he was bucking and screaming. When I finally let him go, he collapsed on the bed next to me. After an involuntary full-body shiver as his cock came down from the heights of pleasure I’d brought him to, he said (through pants), “I’ve never had an orgasm that intense. It felt so good it hurt! I saw flashes of light at the corners of my eyes. You could kill a man.” “Not a manly man like you,” I teased. “You’re in better shape than a college boxer.” Adam smiled, and then said, “but you didn’t get an orgasm yourself.” “You have hands,” I said. “And lips.” I pointed to my still erect cock. “You want to make me cum, you know what to do.” At this, Edward leapt at my cock, and the two of them together began licking it, tickling my balls, caressing the tip with feather-light touches. Doing everything they could to drive me over the edge. I felt electric shocks of pleasure radiating through my body, starting at the tip of my dick. I closed my eyes tightly, and amorphous shapes in shades of amethyst and sapphire danced in front of my eyes. My breathing became alternately deep and shallow in erratic staccato. When I erupted in a roar of jism and throaty moans, they flopped on top of me, each with his head on a different pec. “You are my favorite bed,” Edward announced. “I thought I was going to climax two or three times this hour,” Adam said, “but after that whopper you gave me, I’m good until tomorrow. I say we just cuddle like this for the rest of the hour.” “Fine by me,” I assented. My plan had worked. “I’m glad you’re letting yourself go grey,” Adam said while playing with my abs. He was looking at my pubes, which were days overdue for a touch-up dye. “It makes you look more dignified. And somehow more vital.” His hand danced his way up my abs up to my pec, under his cheek. “You should let your chest hair grow back in. I miss it. And now that you’re letting the snow reclaim the wilderness, it won’t matter how white your chest hair is.” I grunted approval. It seems the vote was unanimous. 19 3 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted June 25, 2023 Share Posted June 25, 2023 YAY for hairy chests ! 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted June 25, 2023 Share Posted June 25, 2023 1 hour ago, TQuintA said: except maybe how tired I was. We are forgetting that Nile is well over 60 and he is trying so hard to have sis pension but age is a hard enemy even if this world they create things to make u look like in your 30's. 1 hour ago, TQuintA said: Sunday morning, Pelée didn’t show up to breakfast. I never saw him again. This sad. What all of this this guys are going trough is unfair. What would they do once they resign or get fired??. They have to start over in another house and will the time for the pesion will restart once they go to another employer or si it an acumulative thing tat if they go to work for anotehr house u would still have the time from previous work places¿? 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TQuintA Posted June 25, 2023 Author Share Posted June 25, 2023 16 minutes ago, Ro20316 said: What would they do once they resign or get fired? I never explore the more subtle nuances in the story, but, until you've earned your 25, once you leave a house, your pension is forfeit unless you are moved from one house to another by the owner, essentially staying their employee. If you have earned your 25 or 50, you have a guaranteed half-pension or pension, respectively. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mdlftr Posted June 26, 2023 Share Posted June 26, 2023 This world is like a hyper-capitalistic fantasy - men are reduced to basic elements of labor, in this case, pleasuring sex workers. They have no other function or purpose in this society - no b.s. about "maximizing their potential" or "becoming their best selves" or "actualizing their potential". All irrelevant in this world's extremist marketplace. Chilling, but horny at the same time! I wonder if this is how people felt looking at 1890s capitalists like Andrew Carnegie, or J. Pierpont Morgan or any of the Vanderbilts? All that power contained in one individual - directing governments, markets, the environment, society - everything around them! Turned on and repulsed and jealous all at the same time! They still influence events a century after their deaths. Like living forever, almost.... 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post TQuintA Posted June 26, 2023 Author Popular Post Share Posted June 26, 2023 Chapter 16 And so, Onyx and I fell back into our pattern. Lifting, fucking, eating, medicating. It was getting harder every day, but I refused to slow down. With as muscular as Onyx and I were getting, sex between us became a lot more crowded. Not matter where I put my hand, I was greeted by hard, bulging muscle. No matter how I positioned my body, our burgeoning mass would careen into each other in the mechanics of thrusting. No matter who was on top, both of us got a workout with all the weight we had to toss around. For seven uneventful days, I brought my clients to ecstasy, I worked out like a man possessed with Onyx, and I ate five big, healthy meals a day. No matter how much I wanted to just sit down and admit my age and size were finally catching up to me, I showed no weakness. In fact, my clients and fellow pleasure boys kept commenting how much manlier and more virile I was looking since I stopped shaving my chest and abs. I’d always been a hairy fuck. I shaved every morning, and sometimes just before bed. So, once I stopped, it didn’t take long for my natural state of hirsuteness to reveal itself. Over that week, I went from smooth, to stubbly, to fuzzy, to furry. I’d actually forgotten how hairy I could get as a thicket of white hair blossomed from my muscular chest and traced a trail down my thick, cobbled abs to my dick. Had I gotten hairier in the decade since I started shaving my chest? Soon enough, it was Sunday again. It was during Onyx and my morning fuck that I noticed something. The interior of Onyx’s ass felt… different. Tighter somehow. But I was pretty sure it wasn’t his ass. “Onyx,” I said, taking a step back and looking down at my erection, “is my cock bigger?” “Yep,” Onyx said. “I had Tony hook me up with dimefidone. I’ve been crushing it up and slipping it into our midnight snacks. I knew you would never take it voluntarily, so I dosed you. It seems everyone’s on it, even the guys who were already 7 inches. I didn’t want to be left behind. My cock is getting bigger too. And I need you to always be the bigger man to motivate me.” I looked at my thick, turgid, throbbing, leaking cock. “You should’ve warned me! Years ago I learned that dimefidone is twice as effective on me as it is on most men.” “You’re kidding.” I shook my head. “Nope. I only took it for two weeks, and I grew half an inch. Then Vera complained, so I stopped taking it.” “What makes it twice as effective on you?” “No clue.” Then, I repeated, “I only took it for two weeks.” Onyx, still fully erect, strolled over to my dresser and pulled out my fabric tape. “Let’s put that theory to test.” “I only took that to more effectively order clothes,” I insisted, slightly embarrassed that he knew where I kept the contraband I’d stolen from the clothing store. “Tony knows that you have this and doesn’t care,” Onyx said, unfurling it. “Now, let’s measure cocks.” He held it up against his member and said, “We’ve been taking it for two weeks. I’ve grown from 7 inches to 7 and a quarter.” He grinned. “Right on track.” Sultrily, he sauntered over to me and held the tape against my erection. With glee lighting his eyes, he announced, “You’re right. 9.5 inches.” He licked his lips. “My my, Nile. Seems you do respond better than most.” He wrapped his hand around my cock and, using it like a leash, led me back to the bed. “Now, let’s finish fucking so I can watch it explode.” Onyx slung my giant, meaty left leg over his shoulder so he’d have easier access to my ass. I’d been topping him before the break, so he lubed us up quickly so he could slide right into me and bring me to climax. Onyx was a skilled lover, so I should have been focusing on the pleasure emanating from my prostate, but instead, I was looking down over the heaving mass of my pecs at the monument of cock sticking up from my crotch. Each time Onyx bottomed out, I watched my bloated pecs bounce and my cock twitch. Onyx was relentless, picking up his speed. Soon enough, I was spraying semen all over the both of us. It was a copious amount, perhaps more than I’d ever cum in my life. I was practically outside my body watching a brutal mass of muscle spewing cum from his cock while another mass of muscle plowed him mercilessly. I intellectually knew I was cumming, but I was too much in awe to feel the orgasm. When we both finished, Onyx gave my deflating cock a playful lick. “Clean yourself up and get dressed, Big Dog. We’ve got a full body workout today before our weigh-ins, so you don’t have time for you to lie here admiring yourself.” I swallowed in terror as he said the words “full body workout.” Washing myself in the shower, I could feel how thick and ridiculously overdeveloped my body was. If our bathrooms weren’t stocked with scrub brushes with long handles, I wouldn’t have been able to reach the entirety of my back, and when I lifted my arm to scrub my armpit, my bicep slammed into my face with such force that I thought I’d been punched. I dressed in my workout clothes for breakfast (we were going to the gym right afterwards), and I felt my larger cock and balls bounce around in my gym shorts. My cock was so thick and long, even soft, that when it flopped around in my gym shirts, the fabric moved like waves lapping against the shore. “Fuck, bro,” Krakatoa said, bringing me out of my reverie. He was standing behind me in line for breakfast, and his muscles were looking particularly thick, especially for first thing in the morning. He was standing so close that I could feel his dimefidone-infused erection poking into my steely ass cheek. “You had to go and get more hung, didn’t ya, pops? Couldn’t let small guys like me catch up.” “Blame Onyx,” I said. At the same moment, the door to the cafeteria flew open, and Slate stepped through, erection first. He was clearly wearing someone else’s pants as the legs were rolled up several inches, but the tent his cock was making was undeniable. “Fuck yeah!” he shouted. “Goal two down. I’m halfway to the third round.” He then began strutting around the room, showing off his carved, growing muscles and especially his turgid glory. By this point, Onyx, Krakatoa, and I had our breakfasts and were sitting at our table. Slate leaned over my shoulder and quietly said, “7 inches this morning, and I still have a million pills. I know I’ll never get more muscular than you, but my cock will be bigger than yours in no time.” Krakatoa and Onyx shook their heads. “I’m 9.5 as of this morning,” I explained with a sigh. “And I won’t let him slow down,” Onyx added, knowingly. Slate deflated, defeated. The workout that morning was especially brutal, even by Onyx’s current standards. Now that I knew I was packing more meat everywhere, especially between my legs, Onyx had to keep getting my attention. “I know,” he said. “You’re huge. You’re buff. You’re hung. I want you huger, buffer, and hung-er.” After the workout—the most strenuous one of my life in which Onyx had me lift weights heavier than a mortal human should ever have lifted—I doubted I had enough energy to walk back to my room, let alone shower off and change for first lunch. “You pushed me too hard this time,” I said, practically gasping for air. My pecs heaved with every breath I took, trying to fuel my gigantic body with oxygen. My lungs felt insufficient to the task. “I’m gonna have nothing left for my clients.” I was dripping with sweat, my chest hair matted down against my pecs, spreading a deep, dark wet patch across the front of my shirt, which was plastered to my skin with perspiration. “Pffft,” Onyx sprayed, dismissing me and stepping on the scale. “239!” he shouted exultantly. "Ten pounds in one week. That's some Nile-level gains! That’s what I’m talking about.” He stepped off, bouncing his huge, pumped pecs, and, with a flourish, directed me to the scale. I was weak from the workout, so my legs trembled as I stepped on the scale. I was so worn out that I was having difficulty supporting my own weight; that’s how big I was. The scale confirmed it. “292.5.” “Aww,” Onyx pouted. “I was hoping you’d broken 300.” Slate came up behind me, equally drenched in sweat, his still erect cock leading the way. Directly into my ear, he whispered, “I’ve been waiting all week for you to ask me, but it turns out you’re too proud. Vibrall. It keeps your energy up. Add it to your stack.” “Side effects?” I asked through heavy breaths. “Nothing major. Expect some fucked up dreams, but you’ll be sleeping less—and needing less sleep. Also, you’re gonna burn a bunch of extra fat, and you will be thirsty all the time.” “So, it’s speed,” I said. “Nah,” Slate said through a laugh. “It’s non-habit-forming and doesn’t fuck with your heart. Besides, speed doesn’t have a brand name, and it isn’t legal.” I stopped by the pharmacy on my way back to my room and got a free sample of Vibrall from my subservient pharmacy lacky. I trusted Slate to tell the truth, but he’s a young lad in his 20s. I was in my 40s when he was born. What doesn’t fuck with his heart might cause mine to explode. As promised, the Vibrall perked me right up with no jitters or heart palpitations. Thirty minutes after just one pill, I had so much energy that I could do my entire morning workout over again. I hadn’t had this much energy since I was a teenager. I finished first lunch a few minutes early, so I stopped at the pharmacy again. The pharmacist was happy to see me twice in one day. I unzipped my pants and let my massive cock flop out on his counter. “This is what a man’s cock looks like, shrimp-dick,” I said. “Add Vibrall to my weekly stack, and do it on the cheap.” “Yes, sir,” he said, tentatively reaching out to touch my magnificent cock. “Did I say you could touch it, worm?” He snapped his hand back before it came in contact with my skin. “No, sir.” “If you work good and quick, when I come back, I’ll let you touch it.” I felt my mouth start to dry out. I was going to be drinking a lot of water from now on. “And if you’re real good, I’ll take you into the back and piss all over you to permanently mark you as my property. Sound good?” A tiny wet spot formed at the front of his pants. I guess he’d cum. “Yes, sir!” With my energy that high, I raced through my afternoon appointments. My fucking was so vigorous that all my clients fell asleep before their hour was up. I used their naps to chug water. I also drank twice as much water during second lunch and dinner. Slate was right. I was fiendishly thirsty. By that evening, it was time for my weekly session with Adam and Edward. During Wednesday’s session, he’d had me blow him before I could even say hello, and my mouth barely left his cock the whole session. Before I opened the door, I chugged a large bottle of water and a protein shake, to ready myself for my favorite client. When I finally opened the door, he looked me up and down with eager eyes. “You keep getting bigger and bigger,” he said leerily. “You do too,” I responded. Adam was looking seriously thick. Up-and-coming bodybuilder thick. I could tell he was wearing bigger clothes, but even these he was filling to the brim. His shoulder and arms were most decadently beefy. “183.5,” Edward said, showing me Adam’s body comp chart. “He’s less than ten pounds from his goal weight.” “After this week, we’ll have to switch you to a maintenance dose of your stack,” I said. “Or you’ll keep blowing up with mass.” “And what would be wrong with that?” Edward asked. “The voters will vote for an impressively buff man, but not a muscle freak,” Adam explained evenly. He began idly flexing his arms, watching them bulge and flex. “He does that all the time now,” Edward said. “I wouldn’t complain about that,” I replied. “He’s got some seriously big bis.” “Who’s complaining?” Edward said. “He lets me feel them up when we’re at home alone.” I grabbed one of his arms. It was hard and dense, exploding with strength each time it expanded and contracted. I felt myself getting stiff. “Edward, the ruler,” Adam said authoritatively. Edward produced a ruler, and Adam unceremoniously unzipped my pants and fished out my cock, holding it up to the ruler. “I win the bet. He’s bigger.” He gave Edward back the ruler. “As far as I’m concerned,” he continued, “you can get as freaky big as you want. If you get so hung you can’t fuck me, I will worship your cock’s gargantuan beauty and run my hands through your glorious coat of white fur as an act of religious devotion to your divine male form. I will be your acolyte.” He dropped his pants to the floor, and I got a good view of his striated, cabled, thick thighs and steel-hard, bulging calves. He leaned over the bed and spread his ass. His ass was starting to get those striations that seriously beefy asses get. His ass was thicker and buffer than any politician’s had a right to be, let alone a middle aged one. “Thankfully, that won’t be for several inches. I am quite capacious.” He slapped his ass. “Now ride me, Nile. Show me how much bigger than me you are, in all ways. Brutalize me until I’ve come at least three times. Fuck me senseless.” I obliged 29 3 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted June 27, 2023 Share Posted June 27, 2023 YES to Nile always being bigger! As usual, you have pressed all my buttons! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jwood Posted June 27, 2023 Share Posted June 27, 2023 Ah, the chilling repetition of "I never saw him again" is making Nile's transformation into a mass monster bittersweet. Love it! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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